Fluffy Blockage

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9: Feed them food that cause them to get constipated until they blow like shit-filled ballons.

Fluffy Blockage
You once read not to feed the fish at the pet store bird seed. While small enough to eat, they cant digest or pass it, resulting in a blocked system. They eventually backup and die. Intrigued by this you formulate your new hypothesys.
>Would a fluffy explode in a shitbomb, or die first.
For science... inquiring minds want to know.... or something like that.
>Monday 23rd of May 2022. Day one of Operation Shit Bomb.
The safe room you already set up in the garage to house 10 fluffies for the experiment.
>Head to the pet store/shelter/whatever and get 10 random fluffies cheap. Tell the nice young lady behind the counter you are running some scientific study to promote the health and well being of fluffies. Shes cute and buys your story. You score some digits as a bonus. You head home and Let them all out in the garage.
Its been fluffy proofed so there is no tools, chemicals, oil etc around for them to kill themselves on. You need them to live long enough for the experiment to work. The back corner you have sound proofed two of the boxes and have them facing the wall so when a fluffy is put inside, they are isolated. They sit over a closed 55 gallon drum with hoses to the cages to collect the fluffy waste. On the wall facing out you have four more of the cages. This leaves four fluffies without a cage.
>You announce to the fluffies they will be in an experiment to help other people like yourself world wide. They all cheer that they are wanted, and can be helpful to their new daddy. You look around and see that one of them is separated from the herd. No one is actively threatening him or anything, hes just a few feet from the rest as they are all together hugging and cuddling.
>You decide to see where it goes and instead announce who likes lots and lots of sketties!
They all erupt cheer and you randomly grab one and put him in the isolation cube marked feed. His happiness doesnt fade, but he becomes concerned when you put him inside the cube, asking why and whatnot. He finally succumbs to his programming and starts crying when you close the cage and walk out of his view. As planned, you cant hear him from the other side of the cage. You put up a small children/pet gate to block the fluffies from wandering over there.
You repeat this for the cages on the wall, since they can still see the other fluffies and you, they dont cry, but they all ask why cage? Fwuffy bad? Fwuffy want to be with udda fwuffies! With five left, you grab the only Pegasus in the group and put it in the other isolation cage marked control. The remaining four are all hugging and look worried. They dont want to end up in cages either.
>Congratulations you guys are not going in any cages as long as you behave yourselves. The litter box is here and here as you point to the two front corners in the garage. Food will be here, and water here. You then leave and come back with food. Spaghetti to be exact. Lots of it. You set it down. You replaced the meatballs with the pits from peaches, plums, and cherries with some meat on the outside so the stupid things swallow them. You hear murmurs and complaints about the hard meatballs but they taste right and the fluffies choke them down in a hurry so the other fluffies dont eat all the skettis before them.
So cute.
You feed the ones in the cages the same stuff, just dumping it in and closing the cage back up. You do the same for the feed isolation cage, and give normal regular spaghetti to the control cage. Seams they both shit themselves in fear and despair after you left them there. You ponder cleaning them so they dont die before the experiment ends. Maybe tomorrow.
>Fwuffy still hungry.
You look at the little Pegasus. Sounds female, still hungry. Sorry little girl, that is all a normal fluffy gets. You dont want to be fat do you?
>Fwuffy no wan fat.
Good girl. You smile. You open the other cage since the fluffy finished already and dump more in. Round two is just pasta. They all have already eaten the pits. They wont be able to pass them you hope, and that should get them to block up.

>Day Two of Operation Shit Bomb.
Nothing of note. Kept spaghetti available all day encouraging fluffies to eat. Kept cages full of it. When fluffies complained they could not move around in the cage, responded with telling them to eat it if they dont want it in their cage. When they ate it all, you added more. Control was fed normally. Played with her a bit to keep her happy. But kept her out of sight of the other fluffies.

>Day Three of Operation Shit Bomb.
More of the same, one of the fluffies in the cage passed the cherry pits it ate. Replaced with peach pits and fed it more "meatballs" This should rectify the problem. The other fluffies are all lethargic. They dont  move much, the cage ones dont complain they cant run around and play anymore. They all complain instead about their belly or poopie place. None of them can poop and the litter boxes are still pretty much clean aside from what they did when they first arrived. They are noticeably bigger already as they have no self control and just keep eating the spaghetti even after they are full. I sat and watched one for thirty minutes.
>Unf Com on fwuffy belly! Eat mo sketties! It soooo gud. FWUFFY WUV SKETTIES!
When he shouted he got really concerned and looked around for fluffies near him. Seams he was worried another might come eat his share. Failing to realize there is still ten pounds of it on the floor. One has been sleeping in the litterbox, and dragging itself back to the sketti pile from time to time. Guess he really has to poop... but cant. They really are boring to watch. They can hardly move, they just sit at the spaghetti pile and force down whenever they can. Time to add more to the pile before bed.

>Day Four.
Death comes for us all. Today he took a fluffy from my home. The isolation caged fluffy. I am sort of angry that it didnt explode. Its feet still touch the ground so the experiment will push forth, Im not sure what to do to prevent more from dying prematurely. Will take this one outside to the street and throw it.
Results:Fluffy did not pop on impact. Other than normal bodily fluids and shit.

>Day Six.
Success. Fluffies have ballooned up to where they can no longer walk. Not much longer now. I gently squeezed one. Nothing. It complained the whole time, but no shit came spewing out the back end. Another fluffy has died though, This time from the wall cages. This fluffy did explode when hitting the ground from throwing it. Rather disgusting. Even for a fluffy pony.

Day Eight.
Two more fluffies dead. Again the wall caged ones. Im not sure why. The rest of the fluffies are "healthy". I can only assume that companionship and hugs are required for fluffies. The isolation fluffy was first to die, three of the four wall fluffies could see the others and talk to them, but were isolated from touch. Three of the floor fluffies stay cuddled next to the food pile, the fourth just cares about the food and stays away from them. After not being able to move anymore, they did not mind once reminded of the spaghetti. Even the control is not doing well. She is always matted in shit, piss and tears when I clean her. Seams once a day is enough to keep her alive, but not enough for a fluffy to be happy. Maybe around day ten I will toss live ones into traffic on the freeway. Shit bombs for all!

Day Ten.
Two more fluffies died. One died and split open, shit rolling out everywhere. I cant imagine the pain he endured ripping apart for the past few days. Stuffing his insides till he literally ripped open. The other fluffy finally passed the blockage... along with everything else inside of it. Still no explosions, though maybe that was a bit over the top to hope for. Results showing that fluffies will eventually rip apart from eating to much if they dont die from interal ripping first. Rather graphic and must of been a very painful last ten days for these guys. The reamining three test subjects,  I will take one out to test if they are explosive when thrown. Save the other two for the bridge.
Results: Neighbor accidently got covered in shit. Lawsuit or criminal charges may be pending.

Day Eleven.
Two fluffies thrown from bridge.
Results: Nuclear shit explosions. FBI or something might come looking for me.
Rest of the day spent cleaning the garage. Took the control out to watch me. She moped around all day following me, but said nothing the whole time. Never heard a quiet fluffy pony before HURRRRRR. Will publish results. Oh shit, forgot I never called that cute pet store chick... AFK guys.